Interlude: A Day at the Golden Dragon Battlefield (5)
Splat!
Bang So-un's ejaculation was on a whole different level from his greenhorn days—thick and vigorous. It was only natural. Ever since becoming the Golden Dragon Battlefield's leader, he'd racked up experience points through storm-like orgies with countless female martial experts that no mere playboy could match. Of course, a big part of that was the profound effect of Eun Hwa-yeong's supreme bedroom art, the One Moon Harmony Technique, which had made his cock even larger and thicker.
"Haha!"
Bang So-un chuckled with a faintly fatigued expression, satisfied with the thorough pounding. Female martial experts sucked up a man's vital energy like bottomless wells compared to ordinary women, so some drain on his stamina was inevitable. Their tightness was just on another level.
"Did you draw it well?"
"Yes, Master. I poured my soul into capturing it on canvas."
"Good."
That made four paintings. Each one was a scene right up his alley. Sticking them in the Slave Ledger would make for quite the spectacle.
Heh, the value of the world's one-and-only supreme Slave Ledger is about to skyrocket even higher.
Bang So-un smirked slyly, boldly claiming it as the finest Slave Ledger under heaven. But even that description might fall short. It was worlds apart from your run-of-the-mill ledgers with just basic profiles scribbled down.
Name, gender, age, height, weight, family relations? Fine, those might overlap. But bust, waist, hip measurements? Sure, maybe some pervy ledger somewhere recorded those sensitive stats too.
However, breast size and sag, areola position, width, and color, nipple length and color, pubic hair area, length, and count, clitoris position, color, and size, labia majora and minora color and droop, vaginal entrance size and depth, vaginal wall texture, distance between anus and vulva, anal size? By this point, it was enough to flip the world upside down in sheer shock.
Even the women themselves would never know such intimate, shameful details of their bodies laid bare in meticulous examination. And if the examiner was a man while the examinee was a renowned female martial expert? Words failed.
But that was just the start. It also logged total intercourse count, favorite positions, most sensitive erogenous zones, masturbation history and frequency, oral sex experience, anal sex experience—the kind of info that, if leaked, would drive them to suicide from humiliation on the spot.
No, even just those humiliating physical details were more than enough to kill from shame. And now, Hwa-seon's obscenely lewd spring paintings and nudes were added to the mix.
A Slave Ledger exposing every naked, shameful inch without mercy or cover. And the roster? Flawless female martial experts of high standing in the martial world. If this ever leaked, the heavens themselves would quake.
"Oh, Young Master. Having fun bright and early, are we?"
Right on cue, Jang Il pushed open the door. True to form, he wasn't lazy but always got his full sleep—a perfect start to his day.
"Haha, you know it. Come join the fun."
"Heh, gladly."
Jang Il plopped down in a spot with a prime view.
"Good day, Warrior Jang."
Yang Yeon-hwi greeted him politely. She wasn't programmed to see him as her master like the rest of Jeolhwadae, but she knew full well he was the leader's closest confidant and guard—someone to treat with utmost respect.
"Yes, looks like you're doing great again today. I love seeing you so diligently serving as the Young Master's painting tool."
"It's merely my duty, sir."
"Haha, exactly. Yang Painter, you're the Young Master's exclusive painting tool, after all."
Artists shared one trait: immense pride in their craft. Without it, no one would dedicate their life to painting.
And Hwa-seon was among the absolute best. Calling her an "exclusive painting tool" was probably more insulting than "milking udder sow." No doubt about it.
But her response?
"Yes, this lowly heavenly woman is Master's exclusive painting tool. Just give the order, and I'll paint anything—cock, asshole, udders, pussy, whatever."
Yang Yeon-hwi, hurling her lifelong pride as an artist into the dirt with her own words. Her self-respect as a painter was no longer a priority. If her master commanded, she'd illustrate every wrinkle inside her own pussy without hesitation. That was who she was now.
"Puhaha! Good, good. You know your place."
Jang Il burst into laughter, his massive cock twitching with arousal. This was far more stimulating than just eyeing some random woman's naked body.
A lifetime of achievement self-denied, declaring herself a mere tool. Only two men under heaven could savor that immense thrill.
Jang Il grinned and glanced at Bang So-un and Seo Yohyeon.
"By the way, that bitch over there is totally out. Eyes rolled back, passed clean out."
Sure enough, Seo Yohyeon had fainted, white-eyed. Watching a first-rate female expert climax so hard she blacked out, ugly face and all, was always a special treat. A sight no one else would ever witness.
"Hahat, this is nothing new anymore."
Bang So-un chuckled lightly and cracked his neck.
"Why haven't you pulled out yet?"
"Ah, got something to do."
Even after his refreshing climax, Bang So-un's cock remained buried in Seo Yohyeon's pussy. Enjoying the warm, soft embrace inside? His answer suggested more.
"Wake up already, you sloppy pussy bitch."
Smack! Crack! Smack! Smack!
Bang So-un mercilessly slapped the limp ass of the fainted woman sprawled on the floor. The sharp cracks filled the room—no light taps here. Her cheeks flushed red with handprints in seconds.
"...Nngh... Y-yes... M-Master......"
Seo Yohyeon barely came to, mumbling. Her slurred tongue betrayed the lingering aftershocks of that brutal pistoning.
"Tch, look at this incompetent slut, still out of it."
Bang So-un clicked his tongue. Time for some master-level discipline. His hands targeted her nipples.
Fingers clamped down tight. Then...
He twisted and pinched without mercy, like he meant to rip them off.
"Grrraaagh! Gyaaaahhh!"
Seo Yohyeon screamed in agony. Even a martial expert couldn't toughen nipples—one of a woman's weakest spots—and the ruthless assault brought excruciating pain.
"Puhahaha! Female experts or common sluts, udders and pussies are weak as hell either way!"
Jang Il guffawed, savoring the show.
"Yeah, that's why bitches with such frail udders and pussies end up under us. Right?"
Bang So-un grinned.
"Hahat, damn straight. And you're showing it perfectly right now, Young Master."
Jang Il chimed in.
Bang So-un twisted his lips.
"If you're awake, get ready for orders, bitch."
"Yes, sir! Master!"
Now fully alert, Seo Yohyeon barked back with vigor. Utterly ridiculous pinned under a man's cock like that.
"It's Grand Master, bitch. Get your head straight."
"Ah! S-sorry, Grand Master!"
"Enough. Listen to my command."
"Yes, Grand Master! Command me. This sloppy pussy bitch obeys absolutely!"
"I'm pulling my cock out of your pussy now. You will do a handstand immediately—no drop of semen spills out. Got it?"
"Yes, Grand Master! I'll handstand right away so not a drop of your sacred semen leaks out!"
"Yeah, shake it down to your womb's roots. Right?"
"Yes, Grand Master! This sloppy pussy bitch will shake your sacred semen down to her womb's roots!"
"Good. Pulling out."
Schlick.
The moment Bang So-un withdrew, Seo Yohyeon flipped into a handstand. A naked female expert in handstand—eye candy at its finest. Especially knowing the context.
"Milking udder sow."
"Yes, Master."
"Draw it now. This is the final piece."
"Yes, Master."
A female expert, raped by a lowly thug, overwhelmed by insane pleasure, climaxing with an ugly face until blackout. That was painting number four.
So what finale would bring yet more delight? Bang So-un's answer was this scene.
Handstanding to keep every drop of her rapist's semen from spilling, shaking it deep into her womb. A resolute determination to get pregnant by her assaulter. Defying all common sense—hilarious.
And the kicker? The thug had zero intention of actually knocking her up. Pure comedy.
"Pfft... Puhahaha!"
Jang Il doubled over, unable to hold it.
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un roared with laughter too.
This was it. The endless fresh thrill. He'd grown addicted—no life without it imaginable.
So he'd protect it. No, expand it. This Golden Dragon Battlefield world.
A world where voluptuous, eye-rollingly seductive female experts knelt at his feet, spreading their pussies at a mere chin flick.
"Jang Il."
"Yes, Young Master."
"We'll go all the way to the end."
"Haha, of course, Young Master."
The tight-knit lord and vassal, hearts aligned, shared a warm smile.